god i love children
i catch them and **** them
i empty then fill them
up with my own blood.

i tare out their eyes
so they see no more lies
now i dont compromise
while im chewing my cud.

i creep while i watch them
i catch them i wash them
then surgically botch them
so their bodies flood.

the truth is these youths
well i do keep them fresh
(well at least all their flesh)
and then i take their death
drape it over my head
and i wear like the red
of a budding rose-bud.

i love ******

tetris fits in itself like a rubix cube explaining its own correctitude,
only being a distraction of logical aptitude in hiding whats inside of its square.
...russian military scientists thought they had us good..
.....but we had every angle covered... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA­AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH­AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

ill remove all the small bones from inside your hand
and piece them together back into a spider to infest my house
and lay its eggs in my skull.
getting fat on my grey matter, massaging my soul.

The End

i build walls around me strong enough to support pictures of all the most horrible things ive ever thought or seen.
i hang every ded animal by its neck on a rope to dangle from a priceless chandelier and rot in the air.
i bear and rear a child well and long enough to let it grow conscious of its death as i tie a grey plastic bag around its head and nail its hands to the table; silent but screaming in agony.
i **** myself to ****** and impregnate my corpse just to have a hand to hold.
i **** everything and everyone, and am constantly crying.
light my body on-fire to be a running around madness.
i find truth in everything,
and i live forever..

we're all the Devil.
our children are Ded.
our bones are our Enemies.
we're all the Devil.

crisis averted

deconstructing the building and building the deconstruction.
make a man to unmake himself back to dirt.
if you travel back in time youd immediately travel to a time before you traveled back in time bringing you right back to the present...this is how to travel forward in time.
if you dig a hole the same shape as you and lay in it, what will you be laying in?
i can try to make anything a paradox. but maybe everything is not a paradox...a 4year old girl with a grey plastic bag on her head will one day die.


maybes are the only thing that we can accomplish, maybe.
robots have their own world wide web.. do they have their own face book?
"my beepbeep went boopboop today"
"getchyo beepbeep outta my beepbeep boopboop!!"
"my connection is current"
"my current is connected"
"buzz lightyears gay"

knockknock
whos there?
doorsalesman
doorsalesman who?
doorsalesman in a paradox.
we're all in a paradox, you benign ***.
howr we all in a paradox?
because we're alive, now get out of my doorway before i **** you.
how is it a paradox to be alive?
do you have a family, mister?
no
ok
what does that mean?
get the *** out of here
but
(bang).....(riiiing...riiiing)
"hello"
"hey, joey?..i need a favor man.."
"wuts up?"
"i uuhhh...i uhh.. i need something from you.. a favor"
"wut the *** is it?"
"...hhh..i uhh..i need you to help me get rid of a body"
"........who?"
"doorsalesman"
"doorsalesman who?"
"dude...dont even start. just commere and help me out"
"ok...gimme a minute..im reading a book about paradoxes"
"no ****..ha!"
"yeah. i never really thought of it but its technically a paradox to be alive"
"yeah, i kn
"cuz, i mean, you need something alive to make something living. and where did life begi
"HOLYSHIT! JUST FUKKING COME OVER! NOW!!!"
(CLICK)

my girlfriends last name is Woodcock... obviously invented before the rubber *****.

people are dumb.
people made werds.
werds are smart..but:
these are werds about people..so,
these werds are dumb.

i want to light small fires
in every corner of my mind.
not to light the way
but to burn it down.

my parents reared me
like an animal.

they didnt realize i was a cannibal.

so i ate them,

and thats why im
a gentleman.

period laxative.

hi again. my names mike. im scared. ive been recently diagnosed with acute paranoid schizophrenia, i think. however, the doctor(who is not a real doctor)was inaccurate. setting me up to be his personal test dummy. well, its not gonna happen again. im looking for a team to enact a certain duty. a job for those who seem qualified.

the qualifications?: experience in violence and time travel.

the job?: to never divulge secrets of the job, which involves kidnapping said doctor and retrieving a small metal instrument from within his skull.(i have the needed information for the retrieval of this device.)

the time?: any time before the future. once we've orchestrated then enacted our team meeting, we must use our time travel facilities within the same minute of our arrival, as i have already set our return time for the mission to one minute after the last team member(gregg) arrives on location of said meeting point. we will(once gregg finally arrives, 28 minutes late!) pile into the 8-man machine and activate, sending us to our destination: february 2nd, 1989. this is the date that(we'll call him doctor octopus) doctor octopus received his supposed doctorate from stanford university. we will then obstruct the way between his home and his graduating ceremony by means of designing a car crash scenario. he will be knocked out cold, allowing us easy passage into his car, excavating his limp frame, and bringing it to a secure location(walmart)where we will then inject his brain with a bio-mechanical agent, leaving him there to wake up, confused, and minus a degree. we will then travel to april 2nd, 1999, to re-engage with doctor octopus, to kidnap him in order to extract the mechanism from within his skull, which at this time will be fully grown and functional, having been implanted by us through the injection of the bio-mechanical agent 10 years and 2 months prior. once obtaining said device, we will use it to communicate with the inter-dimentional beings doctor octopus has done the bidding of. we will pose as doctor octopus to gather intelligence as to how to travel through time, allowing the mission success, bringing us back to the original point of departure, arriving exactly one minute after original departure. leaving us with existing alibis(for i know everyone was with their families on groundhog day, 1989. and my birthday, 1999.) and no traceable evidence or witnesses, including yourselves, for i HAVE taken the liberty of going back to all of your days of birth and murdering your mothers with said team still unborn in the wombs, yet have gone back to said dates again to stop myself. allowing for success and no traceable links.

the place?: nowhere. the mission has already been completed. good job team.

the compensation?: 7.79 per hour.

...       ...       ...       ...       ...       ...       ...       ...       ...

and my soul fell through the hole in my soul which fell through my *******.
                                                                ­                                  signed:
                       ­                                                                 ­                    -abe da babe linkin.

if a person ever thought of the greatest idea ever they would disappear,
and no one would know they had ever existed except for the person.

eat the whales.
save the children,
theyre on sale.
buy em fill em
up with nails.
and watch the sun set sail...

to whom was once concerned:
back when the electricity tried to keep up with you and your veins pushed caustic solutions.
used to stand in front of guns of your own metal to see your strengths eye to eye.
would march through the streets of your own rebellion and give rise to the fact that youd changed your mind. to look for a fight, and a fight you will find.
walk the top of the library building looking if thats where they keep the books on Dying and Killing.
but never was there, from you and the air, so youd say:
'maybe they keep em between here and the ground, no better time to start flying than now',
broke-necked pile youre found.
my son, the ded, and i AM you.
my father, he, Time, he had watched her, she, Death,
& they shared in slaughter in birthing my breath.
free like a still-born still floating in slime, like the last moment before life, before death, too divine.
when im no one ill get mine.

last night, my girlfriend had a dream that all the rich people got together and gave all the poor countries of the world rich soil to grow their crops. i had a dream i was doing something dimensional with my mind. the sad thing is, its totally possible. i guess i cant say i dont know where to begin.
i know where to begin.

....theres blood in this.'
mike sed looking in his coffee, drinking from its cup.
'no theres not.'
sed chelsea.
she was scared for him. his questionable hed.
'the clouds are nice.'
he couldnt see them behind the huge peices of rotting meat floating in the sky.
'their a weird color..like an old bruise.'
she sed.. and he knew that she knew.
our ded cat smiled to death.

poopoo ******. la doodoo erectus. **** titily winks and nods. ***** ***** bangbang and ***. dot end.

we are a vulture with people circling over us.
and they look down on a zoo-hell.
under us are things shoulda never been born.

empire is a word and i will build one with them one day.

you know how to read in english.
you know how to feel in human.
and you are still alive.

i am alive.
i eat food and bathe in warm water.
i wear shoes on my feet when i work at a job.
i am in love.
i know regular english and have a normal voice.
ive seen hundreds of movies and have forgotten most of my life.
i talk to people and sometimes they laugh.
i can see my city but have no car.
i am currently sitting.
i am a human.
i would be a person but i can not prove it.
my basic survival instincts are intact.
i can see stars living in space but they can not see me.
i am comfortable with leftover food.
i do not capitalize i.
i do not shave my legs.
i enjoy making my girlfriend ******.
i enjoy making my girlfriend dinner.
i enjoyed making my girlfriend my girlfriend,
though i did not make her do anything.
i have a kind heart and one day will die.
any good idea is like leftover pizza;
its still good after its made,
and it can keep you alive,
but it rarely benefits the world.
i will now stop writing this.

society is never perfect
an orange is perfect
you can eat an orange
but you are not an orange
we will all steal each others oranges one day
this is grounds for ******
which is why society is never an orange

my address is 14 S.E. 10 st. apt A.
ft.lauderdale Fl. 33316.
phone# is 561-222-1019.
i will be here most of the day.

jimmy       has       3       teeth      left       and          $17.
donnie    gives    $20    blow-jobs    and    has    9    fingers.
kim  hooks  7  nights  a  week  and  pays  her  ****  66.6%.
chico killed both of his parents and sewed them together.
how  much  does  mandy  spend  on  food?

pet the dog. you have a good heart. then eat it before it eats you.

theres a dead guy living inside of this dead girl i know. hes crouched like a bug and her skin crawls so she does too. all fours like a dead animal, like dragon-flies fuking their fetus inside. shes a nice girl and i like her but her sorry dead soul is being repeatedly ***** and shes in so much pain i cant have a decent conversation with her. her father is a pervert. he touches himself sitting on her head-stone, laughing. if he knew what i knew hed be jealous of them both. when he dies soon hell have to face the fact that hell have to share. i give up trying to talk to her, to tell her hope. i give up the ghost.

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my girlfriend is laying naked in the bed. were watching a useless show about copper. im watching her touch herself. an absent-minded rub. not with a purpose. i almost feel like i shouldnt be watching. its exciting. she catches me eyeing and we smile. shes several days unshaven. i like the length. ive told her. its warm and fuzzy. she pets it now like an animal. everyones docile. keep petting that well behaved creature baby. im locked in like tunnel-vision. means im normal. i like everything she has. her whole body. inside and out. she lays on her back and her thigh-meat rises higher than her torso but maybe just under her breast level. one of us will explode soon. either her massive ******* or me. the end.

ill write this later.

the distance...
              ...iisssssss......
                    ­    .sooommeewwhhheeereeee........
                              ­                  ...and....&.

everyone is going to die at a very young age.

the huge fragments castling high above the break were tremendous in stature and statues strength could not unmake,
                             but i guess you had to be there.
and the swirl of lights were scattered spheres with scattered brains all stained with smears of squares,
                             but i guess you had to be there.
and one, some glare led there to veer to here to where a stare could steer the cheer from ware-nightmares, their fear was near,
                             but i guess you had to be there.
and over Time the Time stood still to watch itself go by to **** the Time (the thrill it gave from giving itself chills was rare)
                             but i guess you had to die there.
and when i saw it all took place between your collar bone and face (the space of wreck
                                                                                                                             the  taste   of   neck)
                             then i guess there had to be you to be there....
            but i guess you had to be there.

if i held a watch for each time, all occasions, our eyes repelled then thought of the crime of the lack of statements, then mine would turn dry while i tried to find how long of a while was on my hands.

people on this website confuse the very much out of me.
you probably assume that you are like me and you are not one of them, but you probably are.
you probably give yourself too much credit. ive almost stopped. it must come with age. or maybe i was just born to ware out soon. you guys will still be going strong when EVERYTHING goes green. im sifting through the crumbs of industrial revolutions. getting high on the fumes of my own apocalypse. its like this: all you have to do in this life is set a few birds free. not even save em. just go to the store and buy a few gray-blue birds, regular birds, and take em outside, and set em free. after that you dont need to be right by anyone in this world. youve done your part. those birds are out there, makin baby birds makin baby baby birds, long after your good and gone, god rest everyones soul. those birds and baby birds are out there planting trees and ****. keeping the balance. and you can sit around and pleasure yourself or off yourself or whatever your heart decides.

liaf is e qislaxic sdypar
wiht lattars es lasg.

daeht is in ist aggs.

hey. i live in ft.lauderdale. im not gonna waste a bunch of time and space on this, but im lonely. ive never had an encounter with another man before but ive always wished i had the ***** to. if YOU have the ***** then come cure me of my loneliness. please. im very good looking, 25 yo, 6 ft, 130 Lbs. and im hard right now. ; - )

why do fellow poets give so much praise to fellow poets?(either they genuinely enjoy the thing or they assume karma and wish for wealthy appraisal aft their own ****** poetry) but my real question, or observation (since im obviously predisposed to my own insight and wish no response be paid even if bearing reason) is: why would ANYONE go out of there way to say to a fellow writer: 'that was amazing, thanks for sharing'??... THANKS FOR SHARING????? REALLY?????!!!!    ....as if the writer heard the voice of god speak to them their revelation of true and higher purpose, whence they quit their job ON THE SPOT!("ive got more IMPORTANT things to do right now! you wouldnt understand mr.boss-man. just go home to your wife and children, and wait for my instructions to guide you."),and, on their righteous march home to share their beautiful soul-dripping piece of literature(soon to be coveted by the heads of all religions)with the rightfully deserving PEOPLE, denied several beautiful women the privilege of touching their selfless masculine form glowing with the sheen of purpose and higher calling(please, PLEASE!! ill do ANYTHING to make love to you sir! ANYTHING!! i have MONEY! i have DAUGHTERS!!!! take anything you want, PLEEEEEEEEEEZ!!! - im sorry miss, but i cant...theres just...something i must do....) and KICKED!! DOWN!! their own front door, bare-footed and blistered, to (not dash, but) FLY to their laptop, ripping off their old lower-calling work-shirt to expose and stretch not only their massive hairless pectorals but their just-now-formed giant shining ANGEL WINGS!!! OH MY GOD!!! and this is just the beginning; deep selfless psychic concentration on the vocal fragments which god sends through uncountable dimensions to our hero of lore has worn our hero out such as would **** any mortal man, but not He. He is DRIVEN by His purpose and GUIDED by His words and immeasurably GRATEFUL for the flesh falling from His now skeletal shell of a ****** pair of hands(once clasped as a cage, but are now splayed apart upon His holy stone, setting free the Truth); in tears with gratitude for the sun-hot pain He receives with every stroke of the key. He cares not for the capital "H" which god hath bequeathed upon Him, rightfully deserving or not. He hath no concern but of His duty to all people. "I care not for the capital 'H' which god hath bequeathed upon me, rightfully deserving or not. I hath no concern but of my duty to all people." -He proclaims in his new booming voice(also bequeathed by the one true god to Him) which sends the walls of His earthly confines CRUMBLING to the floor; His entire city, country, CONTINENT!! leveled and aflame; several million left dead or broken....all without homes, while the tumultuous chaos of children crying for dead parents pierce His ears not, for He is all-consumed by the voice of god, His OWN voice, commanding the very last verse (which He diligently, and with no sense of relief or pride, types onto sacred keys with bones of hands now whiter than the Angels crescent smile) of what will inevitably be..... The New Bible of Hope and Truth and All-Real-Reality, which he faxes telekinetically to the remaining masses that be...His followers...His followers who would bring a long-drawn-out slaughter to their own kin if promised a glimmer of His Truth. For all that He is is All.... HIS WORDS. HIS PURPOSE. HIS BIBLE. HIS NATION!!!!!.....and all you dare say is "that was amazing, THANKS FOR SHARING"?????????????????????????????????????..... of COURSE He wanted to share. it was His DUTY. His LEGEND. His REASON to have ever been BORN!!!..... but you wouldnt understand....NONE of you would!!......................you greedy poets disgust me...

bark